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Brian returned to his room as if in a fog. The head was completely empty. A strange and annoying ringing sounded in the ears. He wished to call Risa right now so bad, just to hear her voice that can wash away all the filth stuck on him after this nasty conversation. And then he would go and met her, and everything will become just fine. But his thoughts were interrupted by a voice from behind.
"Brian," - Patrick called quietly from behind, catching up. Brian immediately stopped and turned to meet the old butler. The man quickly covered the distance between them and stopped, intently looking at the face of the young master.
"I'm fine, Patrick," - said Brian, as if predicting the next question. - "I can't even say that we had a fight. Because it is somehow stupid to get angry at a piece of ice."
Patrick paused for a second, trying to make sure if his charge didn't want to add anything. But after a few seconds of silence, he spoke on a completely different subject.